It took an effort for Sookie to break quickly from the kiss, raising her hands over her head until Mitchell could tug the dress off altogether, gasping as air suddenly met her heated skin, and with it a shock of realization hitting. Sookie's views on sex aligned closely with the lessons gran had taught her all her life, that it was always best when there was love involved, that one should try their best to think everything through— but if that wasn't possible, and in many cases gran had warned her that it wouldn't be, to instead make that split-second decision on whether or not the time felt right. Keeping a shiver down, she let the dress drop with a whisper on the ground, leaning in to kiss Mitchell again; whether or not she was ready to say that she loved him, Sookie wasn't sure, but he was everything to her right then, and that was more than enough.

"Okay," she whispered, lips trailing down to his neck and kissing the thin skin underneath his jaw. "You're wearin' so much more than I am, that isn't exactly fair." Partially to mask the nervousness at being so scantily clad in front of Mitchell, she kept herself close to him, not yet letting him get a full view as her fingers hastily worked at the rest of his buttons, letting the shirt drop before tugging off the undershirt as well with a snap of static that was met with a yelp of protest which died in her throat.

With a barely suppressed giggle, Sookie leaned back slightly with her hands sliding down to his hips, her eyes raking over Mitchell with a look of approval before she raised a brow. "Do I finally get to see your hands?"